"Vodka." Ivan smirked. He hated beer, and didn't want to risk trying whiskey in fear of it tasting awful like beer. He'd win no problem. He knew it. How could Gilbert be so confident about something so easy, and why were so many men getting excited about their little contest? Ivan shrugged it off and waited for Gilbert to do something.

He smirked and the bartender slid them each a shot of vodka. He downed it easily and lifted his arms to rial up the crowd even more revealing in the cheers of drunkards around him

Ivan quickly downed it. "A little mini glass? That's it?!" he challenged Gilbert

He raised an eyebrow and turned to the tender "can we do bottles"

"Its more money". People cheered and more cash was slammed on the table

"Well then bring on your bottles". The bartender walked off to get it. He wokdered if ivan had really drabk before and wondered when it was going to hit him. He bet it would hit him hard....

Ivan smirked "I'm going to win. I hope you realize that, Mr. Gilbert." he bragged.

"Nien, no ones ever beat me before." He smirked and downed another bottle easily in on go. He was barely tipsy

"I ALMOST DID". Must have been denmark "BUT THEN YOU THREW UP AND PASTED OUT! I WON". He yelled back before focusing on his current chanlenger.

Ivan nodded. "Well, then it will be I who breaks that record." he downed the bottle easily. He was feeling nothing. He didn't know what the big deal was. Were humans really intoxicated so easily? He shrugged it off and focused back on the task. The bartender brought him another bottle, which he drunk.

He downed another bottle as well wiping his mouth "bring it"

*Timeskip. Wooooooo.*

Ivan opened the door of the house, carrying an unconscious Gilbert over his shoulders. Gilbert had lost the contest, and Ivan was barely moved by the vodka at all. The men at the bar had given him all kinds of money.

He closed and locked Gilbert's front door, then carried Gilbert up the steps. Now, where was Gilbert's room? After a few minutes of searching, Ivan finally found it. Ivan, not thinking rationally thanks to the vodka, and also figuring Gilbert would not regain consciousness anytime soon, transformed back to his normal form instead of the disguise. The problem with the disguise was it was not easy to pull off. Ivan sighed as he put Gilbert on top of the bed, then put the blankets over him. He stood there and observed. Was he alive? He put a hand to the man's heart.

He woke with a start and yelled at what he saw. It had to be the hangover because the man who had come to his door had changed into a monster and had a hand on his chest. "WHAT THE FUCK!? DONT TOUCH ME! GET AWAY! WHAT ARE YOU!?" He scrambled away nearly having a heart attack. This wasn't possible it isn't possible. What was this thing, was it going to kill him. He arm shot out to his bed side and he started to scramble and try to get out a small blade he kept there. He needed protection and quick. His eyes were wide and panicked as he stared at Ivan terrified and praying he didn't get closer and didn't kill him!

Ivan was astonished to see him wake so quickly. He pulled his hand off Gilbert. Was he truly that scary? He walked closer, nonetheless; staying calm and trying not to let Gilbert's words get to him. "What are you doing?" he asked

The drawer opened and he scrambled around but the knife was gone, he mist have moved it! When had he done that!? Did he give it to ludwig!? If he survived this he'd need a new one! He looked at ivan panicked "g-getting away from you!" He didnt know this guy and now this!? He didnt know what to do he was terrified. He shook his head and scrambled out of bed making a break for the door. He had to get out, he had to get out NOW!

Ivan slammed the door shut and blocked Gilbert's path. "You're not leaving. Not now." he said calmly. He took a deep breath, and a shadow snaked its way across the floor and over to Gilbert. Ivan made it move up Gilbert's body up to his head, and had it cover his eyes.

He faltered when ivan blocked his exit "I-I". His eyes were wide and desprate when he saw the shadow. WHAT WAS HAPPENING!? He tried to run and screamed as the shadows started climbing up his body. He clawed at the shadows to so avail struggling down to the last second. He had always swore he go down fighting

Ivan approached Gilbert. Closing his eyes, there was a deep purple aura that began to surround him. " Forget these past ten minutes. Ivan brought you home safe and sound; there is nothing to worry about; there is no danger anymore.... None of this ever happened." he said softly, repeatedly to Gilbert, trying to use hypnosis to erase his memory of this event. He couldn't allow for Gilbert to leave and tell everyone his secret, especially not after such a good night of socializing. So he would make him forget he ever saw him like this; in his true form. He'd return to being incognito once he was sure Gilbert had forgotten and gone to sleep.

He tried to resist in the begining. "What are you talking about!?- wa-"

But soon he couldnt any more and his shoulder drooped. "Yes of course" he agreed with ivan stumbling a bit as he began to pass out. He started to collapse suddenly...

Ivan opened his eyes and caught Gilbert before he hit the floor. He sighed, putting his disguise back on and dismissing the shadow from Gilbert. God, he was so clueless! He'd have to be more careful... He put Gilbert back into bed, then went for the door and closed it. He returned to his quarters, and climbed into bed himself. He didn't get any sleep; he lay awake thinking.

Gilbert slept soundly the whole night but had strange dreams.... none of which he would remember the following morning

He awoke early as he always did and went downstairs to start breakfast as if nothing had happened the night before... because as far as he was concerned nothing had

Ivan waited ten minutes after he heard Gilbert before he went downstairs. "Good morning, Gilbert!" he smiled.

"Morning, damn i have got the worst hang over" he held his head he swore it had a heart beat. Hr smiled and continued to cook reaching over and snagging a bottle of whisky. He poured some in tea and smiled "hangover cure" he said grinning and drank it. And continued cooking "congrats on the contest by the way, your the first"

Ivan watched him cook. "Hangover, hm?" he wondered what that was. He laughed. "Am I truly the first?!" He won easily, really. It was hard for him to believe no others had done as he had.

"Ja, you act as if alchol dosnt affect you!" He laughed that was a rediculose idea

Ivan laughed. Yeah, that would be so funny.... "So, what are you cooking?" he asked, trying to change the subject.

"Just some eggs" it was all he really had for breakfast. He showed ivan the pan.

Ivan looked at the pan. "It looks good!" he said happily. His mouth was practically watering.